Just back

from Palmdale, where we scattered Steve’s ashes from a hilltop overlooking the Antelope Valley, Tehachapis, Rosamond, Quartz Hill, Desert View Highlands and the wild desert where he grew up, now much concreted and over-planted with giant track houses.  A beautiful, cool, windy hill top in the setting sun, with a murder of crows skeining overhead, a little more than half a moon as we walked home, wispy smoke still hanging over Elizabeth Lake Road.  In the morning as i drove away, I stopped to snap this photo from the turnout by the wash.

Please save this place from developers–at least for my lifetime.